The Beauty And The Dude

A fresh sweet-scented beauty Came tripping down the street; She was as fair a vision As you might chance to meet. A masher raised his cady (I don’t want to be rude) He raised it to the lady That fresh sweet-scented dude. They met and talked and simpered And giggled in the street; They were as bright a vision As you might wish to meet. I don’t know what they’re good for, But don’t want to be rude To the fair sweet-scented beauty Or the well-upholstered dude.